SIXTY-NINE
TYSON
Ienter the bedroom we’re staying in, kicking it open so hard that both doors hit the interior walls and bounce back, slamming shut. “Lake?” I call out, chasing after her. She beat me to the elevator and up to the room. Seeing the bedroom is empty, I make my way to the en suite bathroom.
I shove them open too, and she’s already stripped off her clothes and stands in the shower, her cries filling the bathroom.
With my clothes on, I open the door and step inside. She just found out she was raped, so I don’t want to strip down naked in front of her. “Lake—”
She slaps me across the face, cutting me off. Before I can recover, she does it again. “Little—”
Slap.
“You knew.” She’s screaming at me, her voice shaking. “When were you going to tell me?” She shoves my chest, and I wrap my arms, around her, spinning her around and pinning her back to my front.
Her knees give out, and I lower us both to the shower floor. She cuddles up in my arms and I run my hand down her hair while kissing her head.
“You … knew.” She trembles in my arms and my chest tightens. Telling her the truth won’t matter. It’s not going to change what happened to her.
The door opens,and I look up to see Gavin enter the room with Saint. Gavin’s eyes drop to my cut and bloody hands before meeting mine. “I’ve been trying to get ahold of you.”
I nod. “Been busy.”
He looks over at Luke hanging from his chained wrists and speaks. “I see that.” Reaching into his pocket, he removes a cell phone and holds it out to me. Sin takes it for me because my hands are covered in blood, holds it in front of me and presses play.
My wife is thrown onto a hospital bed. Luke gets up and straddles her, pinning her wrists down by her head. “Fucking sedate her! Now! And where the fuck are the restraints?”
“No. No. No. TYSON!” She screams for me.
The male nurse with the blue scrubs on who I killed grabs a wrist from Luke and places it in a leather cuff attached to the bed and secures it down to her side. Luke wraps his hands around her neck and chokes her while the guy continues to make his rounds, securing her other arm and both of her legs.
“You know…” He lowers his face to hers. “He might have actually done me a favor. You may be worth something pregnant.” He shoves her head into the mattress before letting go and gets up off her.
She gasps, sucking in breaths, yanking on the restraints, realizing they’ve got her tied down to the bed, and you can see the life drain out of her face. All hope gone.
“I want her sedated until I say otherwise. And get that pregnancy test done,” he barks out the orders, and people run in and out of the room.
“I’m… not…” She sucks in a deep breath. “Pregnant.”
He leans over the bed and grips her tear-streaked cheeks. “You better pray to God that you are. Otherwise, you’re no use to me.” His hand drops to her bare chest. He grabs her breast before slapping her across the face. She cries out. “A worthless bitch is a dead bitch.”
His hand lowers to her black booty shorts, and she fights him as he cuts them off. She’s sobbing when his fingers move her underwear to the side. “I guess if the results come back negative, I can fuck you until you’re pregnant.” He kisses her tear-streaked face when his fingers enter her. “Either way, I’m going to make you useful.”
His lips move to the side of her lips to kiss my wife again, and she leans into him, sinking her bloody teeth into his flesh and he screams before his fist hits her face.
Her body goes limp, her cries now silent, and he wipes the blood from his face. He undoes his jeans, jumps up on the bed, and spreads her legs the best he can while they’re tied down. And then he fucks her. Her body moves with the bed as he leans down, grips her hair in both of his hands, and spits on her face. “Fucking bitch. I’ll make sure you’re worth something.”
He’s coming inside her in a matter of seconds, then gets up and zips his jeans. “Clean her up,” he barks to someone and exits the room.
Whoever holds the camera walks farther into the room to stand beside the bed. “You won’t be needing this,” a female says, and then I see a hand in the shot, pulling Lake’s wedding ring off. Whitney’s laughter fills the room as she turns, leaving my naked wife restrained and unconscious, her face covered in Luke’s spit and his cum leaking from her pussy.
I realizeI’m shaking while I hold her to me. The video ended, and I couldn’t breathe. I went to run out of the room, looking for my wife when Saint told me that Lake was down in the basement with Whitney. I was too late. The fucking bitch told her what Luke had done.
“I’m sorry, little darling,” I whisper, my tongue heavy and throat closing on me.
The sound of her sobbing makes my chest ache. I can’t comfort her. Nothing I do will be enough to take away the pain.
The thing is, I had a feeling Luke did this. I had Gavin run every test possible on her here at Carnage once we got her here. And when the rape test came back negative, I was relieved, but he said too much time could have passed. That it may have not caught it. I hate that he was right.
